My final chapter

by Dagmar Wilson   Dec 24, 2018


A puzzle of emotions
scattered all over,
not enough letters to put into words.

Pencils are getting shorter
shapeners have lost their edges,
a metal container is holding dried out brushes.

Regrets are hanging in my closet
I am sorting through one by one,
sadly I've never landed on top of the mountain.

Buckets of tears just wasted
scars are no longer visible to the eye,
certain other chapters remain untouched.

My inner circle is getting smaller
shrinking by the day,
I have to get prepared.

I have attended the school of life
went through the changes of life
still waiting for a miracle to happen.

I am slowly beginning to realize
my rebellious behavior hurt me the most,
however holding my tongue was never my style.
This is who I am.

    report violation
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  • 5 years ago

    by D.

    Age makes us wiser, but sometimes there’s a feeling of...who wants to be wise? The reflection at the end of a year can be somewhat damaging. This poem is really poignant and I hope you have peace and happiness next year.

  • 5 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Dagmar, you are a wonderfully wise, kind strong lady who are who you are today because of the life you have lived. You are much loved by more peoole than you can count exactly the way you are. Dont ever change. Sending you the biggest hug i can muster and much love. Milly x

  • 5 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    And you should stay the way you are, Dagmar.

    A very happy Christmas to you,

    Ben

    • 5 years ago

      by Dagmar Wilson

      Thank you Ben it means a lot. Merry Christmas to you as well

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